A Taste
I don't feel like this story came out the way I wanted it to. I think the ending was so good it deserved a better story. Anyway, everybody seems to love it. Probably because of all the sex, heheh.
"Wassup, Honey?"
Leilani didn't expect Trent to have company, but he did. His friend was hunched over and watching a baseball game intently. She knew from the empty bottles that they had both been drinking beer.
"Wassup, Honey?" Trent asked. "Come on in!"
"Hi Whitley," she said as she took off her coat. Whitley gestured hello with his cigarette but said nothing, then turned back to the television.
She turned a disappointed face to Trent and whispered, "I thought we'd be alone."
"Sugar," he told her, tossing back his long black hair with the same hand that held his beer. "Whitley's my friend. Come on."
"Trent," she told him, with a mischievous grin. "I have something special I wanted to show you."
Whitley let out a whoop as his team scored.
"Something I wanted to show you alone," she told him, with a meaningful glance, taking him by the hand. As she dragged him into the bedroom, Trent called out to Whitley, "Um, be right back. Important conference, here."
"Yeah, great," Whitley said, not turning from the television. People were cheering about something.
In the bedroom, she backed up, closing the door behind her. "Make Whitley go home. Now!"
"The game's almost over. So what did you want to show me?"
Trent was leaning against a dresser. She laid her hand on his bare chest and said, "Something you wanted me to do. I shaved it."
"Ah!" Trent took another swig of his beer, thinking about that. "Show me."
"No! Make Whitley leave first. I want to show you alone." Her eyes sparkled with promise.
"Baby, we are alone!" He put down his beer, walked over to the door, opened it a crack and yelled out, "Hey Whitley, we're alone in here!"
"Yeah, right, dude," Whitley mumbled.
Trent softly closed the door without a click and turned back to her. "Come on, show me, now. Cut the crap."
She looked at the ceiling, clearly annoyed. He took her hands in his and kissed them. "Just a peek?"
It made her terribly nervous to do this with Whitley yelling at the television in the next room, but she was too excited to resist. Grinning at Trent, she unbuttoned her tight Levi's. Trent fell on the bed and leaned on one arm, watching her.
"Okay, just a peek," she said, wiggling her blue jeans down her slender thighs and over her platforms. She wore plain blue panties.
"Take those off, too," he said, nodding at her panties.
She pulled them down just a couple of inches, showing the top of her bare pubis, before she said, "I want you! Now get rid of him."
"Lei, I locked the door. Besides, the game is almost over. Come on . . ." he said, teasing and pouting. "Lemme see?"
She frowned. Laughing, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down on the bed with him. His hands pulled roughly at her cami. She resisted for only a moment, and then she gave in. "I want to see the whole ball of wax," he told her, as his fingers pulled at the straps of her bra.
She sighed, and reached behind her to undo the clasps. Her porcelain white breasts tumbled into his greedy hands. The only sound, as he feasted on her breasts and nipples, was the ballgame in the living room.
Licking her ear, he whispered again, "Now let me see the rest, Lei."
"Not until Whitley leaves!" she complained breathlessly. Her voice strained with anxiety but she kept it soft, lest Whitley hear. Still, she could not resist as his hands grasped the edges of her blue panties and peeled them down her slender hips. This wasn't how she had thought it would be! She raised up her hips as he pulled them down her long legs and over of one of her platforms. They dangled from her left ankle like a price tag in the market.
"Fuck Whitley," he told her. With a smirking grin, he gazed at the smooth white delta of her crotch, running the flat palms of his hands across her stomach and hips as if painting a frame on her flesh. He raised her knees and kissed their soft insides. His breath made her shiver.
"So, do you like it?" she asked him. She cautiously lifted her knees and spread herself more open for him. "I've . . . never felt this naked, before." She stroked the smoothness of her labia with her fingertips, feeling them part gently with only the slightest tug. Her skin felt electrified. "Never, in my life."
He planted a trail of short but sensuous kisses up the inside of her legs towards her bare clam-like cunt. "Nice . . ." he hissed.
Lick me, she thought, as she felt his hot breath on her cunt. She curled her toes into the cool white sheets and closed her eyes, expectantly. But no, he released his iron grasp on her legs and flipped over on top of her, knocking the wind out of her. She curled her arms around him and returned his savage kisses.
And then Whitley came into the room. Just when she had convinced herself that it was safe to be sexual.
Her eyes flew open and she glared meaningfully at Trent. He was oblivious as he groped and kissed her, smothering any complaints.
Whitley left the door open. He gave a casual glance at the scene on the bed. Without stopping, he walked into the bathroom, leaving both doors open. Leilani heard him peeing. The telly was still on, and a sportscaster was telling everybody what a great game it had been.
Leilani's face distorted with disgust. Pushing at his shoulders, she whispered to Trent, "Dammit, you told me you locked it! Can't I trust you about anything?" She struggled to get out from under him. "Let me go! I'm going home."
That was when Trent slapped her. Her mouth flew open in shock and she stared bug-eyed at him, not believing what he had done.
"Did that hurt?"
"Why??????"
"I didn't slap you very hard. It was just a gentle slap. Like this." He slapped her again, with a slight flick of his wrist, on the other cheek, shocking her.
"We're going to play a game," he whispered.
Whitley was back, embarrassed but trying to act casual. "Hey man, I hope you're having fun. Ummm. . . So what about it? Are we still going to shoot pool or what?"
Leilani despised Whitley. She knew he had a personality somewhere, but he was always a blank doofus around her. The fact that he felt so comfortable walking into the bedroom, oblivious to their lovemaking as if they were playing checkers, disgusted her. She knew Trent and he were friends, but there had to be some limits!
Without releasing Leilani, Trent turned to Whitley and said, "Isn't she beautiful?" He moved his legs off of her, exposing her legs and shaven cunt like a trophy. He lay across her chest and boobs, holding the hands that pushed at him. She crossed her legs.
Whitley's eyes narrowed, clearly admiring the view. "Yes."
Trent's voice took on a flat sexy tone. "Spread your legs for him, Lei. Go on."
"No!!" She clamped her legs tightly together, raising her knees defensively.
Trent was very persuasive when he wanted to be. "Yes!" he told her. And then speaking softly, he told her, "Whitley's my friend, Lei. He's cool! He admires you a lot. I know. He's told me how sexy he thinks you are." He licked her throat, just beneath her ear. "Show him how much sexier you are, now. Please? For me?"
She whimpered and resisted, mumbling confused arguments, but he continued, stroking her forehead and whispering in her ear. "You know, Lei, I used to have a pet duck. When I would pick her up or carry her, she would get really anxious and start kicking and trying to flap her wings. But I found out that if I covered her eyes with my hands," and here he covered her eyes with one hand and kissed her cheeks, "she would become calm and easy to handle. Doesn't this make you feel calmer?"
She relaxed her legs. Trent kissed her again, telling her, "That's much better."
Whitley stood at the foot of the bed, gazing between her legs. Leilani could hear him breathing heavy.
"So whadaya think, Whit?"
"She's . . . gorgeous. Oh . . . You mean her pussy? I didn't know she shaved it. It's gorgeous."
Leilani felt Trent's hands on her legs, pulling them wider. She resisted momentarily, realizing where this would lead, but relaxed when Trent kissed her again. "Please, don't let him touch me," she whispered to Trent.
"Go on! She loves oral. She's always begging me for it."
She felt Whitley's trembling hands gingerly touch her thighs. The roughness of his face scraped her tender skin. She started to kick. "Don't!!!" she shouted.
Whitley pulled back. "This is fucked. I'm not into rape scenes. Trent, you play some weird games. I'm outta here."
"Oooh, yucky, Whit! I'd never do that to my sexy girl. Lei wants it. I know. Don't you, Lei?" And he whispered, just for her ears, "Do this for me, not for him. I want to see the look in your eyes when he licks you.
"No," she gasped.
But his nose rubbed across her face, and he groaned in a deep voice, "Yes . . . For me? Say yes . . ."
And somehow she found herself mumbling back, "Yes . . ." She didn't understand why. Trent lowered his hand and looked into her desperate eyes. His intense gaze impaled her like a butterfly on a pin.
"See?"
"Yes!" she said more loudly.
"Go ahead, Whit! Don't be chicken shit, fercrissake! You're practically drooling."
Whitley thought about it a moment, then gave in with a sigh. He grasped her legs again, but stopped. "You know, those shoes could hurt somebody."
"Then take them off." He crooned to Leilani, "Do you want him to take off your shoes for you?"
"Yes. . .take. . ." she mumbled. His lips covered hers in a dazzling kiss.
Whitley raised her left foot in his hand and unstrapped her shoe. She offered up to him her right foot, like a four-year-old getting ready for bed. He kissed her on the insole and toes. Then kneeling on the bed, he moved his face between her legs.
She looked at Trent sadly. "It should be you, not him."
The touch of Whitley's tongue made her jump. It lapped the length of her labia, tracing along the edge and then dipping briefly inside where she was wet and very hot. Her cheeks burned red with shame. When it slipped across her clit, she clenched her thighs involuntarily and gasped. Trent grinned.
"I love your pussy, Lei. Is it so bad to want to share it? We're just giving him a little taste of what he's missing."
Whitley ran his finger across her lips where he had just licked her, then dipped inside. Two of his fingers insinuated their way deep into her cunt. Whitley's lips pursed around her clit and suckled gently. Leilani tried to arch her back, but Trent's chest held her down. It felt too good! She didn't want to enjoy this.
It's because of Trent, she thought. He's staring at me. The way he talks to me does something to me. She couldn't blink for fear that she would lose eye contact. His gleeful grin told her that it was his desire, not hers, not Whitley's that was being satisfied. She moved her pelvis against Whitley's tongue. Trent smothered her with tiny kisses.
Whitley's tongue wedged its way along her slit, gently stroking the tender inner membranes. He lapped persistently, his tongue gentle, not rough or brutal. His hands grasped the thighs that squeezed and rubbed against his cheeks. Her wetness coated his face. As he nudged her lips open with his nose, she gasped and humped against it. He moved higher, rubbing his nose softly back and forth against her clit like an Eskimo kiss. He licked the smooth white skin of her crotch in broad swipes, then zeroed back in on her clit, lashing it with his tongue by shaking his head. She moaned and ground her herself on his face. With each thrust of her pelvis, his hard chin pressed into her moistness.
"See?" Trent told her, stroking her hair. "It's not so bad. I knew you would like it." She stared at him with eyes glazed with lust and fear. She realized her hips had begun a slow, rhythmic undulation, and it increased her shame. Trent's fingers found one of her nipples. He plucked at it, making her gasp. She bobbed her head forward, seeking his mouth. He kissed her, biting her lip.
"Trent, please. I don't want him to make me cum. I'm so close, though! Please!! I want it to be you!"
"It is me." He nipped her nose. His tongue traced her lips. She pouted and tried to suck on him.
"Kiss me, then."
As he kissed her, she gasped and squealed. The coming orgasm was going to be massive. She panted and breathed fast, grunting, licking Trent's lips, desperately craning with her neck for his kisses. He licked and sucked on the pink and tender tongue that peeked between her flushed lips.
Whitley's persistent lip sucked hard, pulling her clit into the heat of his mouth. His tongue swirled around it. The pressure was too much to bear! The trembling muscles of her long smooth legs squeezed his head. A spasm started in her pelvis and spread to her abdomen and legs.
Looking into Trent's eyes she cried out in a loud but failing voice, "I love you!!!!" Trent squeezed her nipples hard and devoured her as she cried out in orgasm beneath him.
Whitley unwrapped her legs and stood up. She lay paralyzed under Trent, clutching him, seeing nothing in the world but his dark eyes. Trent looked back over his shoulder. "Nice, huh Whit? So do you want more? Or would you rather go play pool?"
"Man . . ." Whitley said. Leilani glimpsed him over Trent's shoulder. His face was flushed and wet with her juices. He ran his fingers though his rumpled blonde hair. She couldn't stand the sight of him. His eyes remained focused between her legs as he stroked his hair back. She closed both her legs and her eyes tightly.
"I want more. You know what I want . . . Oh man, I'd give anything to fuck her pussy."
"How about it, Honey?" Trent asked, sweetly. "Don't you want to be fucked?"
"Yes," she whispered through her teeth. "But not by him!!! By you!" she pleaded with her heart. But for all his smiles and kind words, Trent had little compassion.
"For me? Please?"
"No!" She struggled to get up.
"You've come this far, it's not that big a deal." He covered her eyes. "Just roll over. I'll be right here with you.
She moaned like a wounded animal. "Why?????? I tell you I love you! I do everything you want!"
"Because I want to see what you look like when you're fucked. And because Whitley's my friend!" He turned and smiled at Whitley. "He thinks you're sexy." His voice became sterner, and she couldn't handle that. "Do I need more reason than that?"
Something inside just gave up. When he asked her again, she said "Yes," so Whitley could hear. And then they rolled her over. She lay kneeling on the bed like a supplicant, her ass facing the foot of the bed, the clean pink soles of her feet joined and offered up to Whitley, who unzipped his pants and thanked Trent. He thanked Leilani, too, but she didn't answer him. She buried her face in the mattress, her long black hair swept over her like a veil. The more extreme it all became, the easier it was to think of it as just a dream.
"Close your eyes," Trent told her, stroking her hair. She did. Whitley probed her cunt with his fingers, pressing them inside where she was still wet and slick, making her ass twitch. Trent cooed to her and pet her. She tried to imagine being a duck.
Whitley's hands gripped her butt cheeks that were white and cold as ice, rolling and squeezing them. His penis probed between her legs, sliding over and under her open wet cunt. She didn't move an inch to help him get it inside of her. With a sudden thrust that both shocked and outraged, he pressed inside. She tensed and moaned. His cock sank into her cunt, inch by inch as she clutched the sheet beneath her, biting it.
"Ummmmmm. . ." Whitley moaned, pumping inside of her.
Trent was amused. "Good as you thought it would be?"
"Oh yeah. Thank you for letting me fuck your old lady. Thank you, too, Lei."
Leilani didn't answer. There was no resistance left. She merely swam under an ocean of black hair as Whitley's hands pulled her back and forth, slapping his pelvis against the vulnerable flesh of her bare cunt. Whitley's curly brown hair brushed, tickled and slid over her pink puffy wet lips.
She ignored their comments as the two men talked so rudely about how tight her vagina was, how sexy her upturned ass was, the smooth clearness of her skin. When Whitley's breath became fast and labored, Trent did all the speaking, telling Whitley how he should also know how sweet her lips were when she sucked cock; all the nasty tricks she could do with her lips and tongue; how sexy she looked with his cum on her face and breasts. His voice was degrading and crude as he described her to Whitley as a shameless slut. She absorbed it under her black tent as if it was just a nameless voice on a radio, telling her how much she pleased her lover. The penis that churned inside of her was an extension of Trent, fucking her cunt as surely as his words fucked her mind.
"Almost there . . ." Whitley gasped. He released Leilani's hips and pulled out, pumping his cock. She could feel the hot sprinkling of droplets of his cum falling on her upturned ass. They cooled on her skin.
"My turn," Trent said, unzipping his pants for the first time.
Leilani felt Trent's familiar hands on her ass. You're the one I want, she thought. She sighed and pressed her face into the sheet as his cock bobbed against her exposed cunt. She gasped when he pressed it inside. He wasn't as gentle as Whitley. His hands hurt as they gripped her hips. He thrust as hard as he could, making her squeal and grunt. He slapped her ass, splashing cum droplets across her back. She humped back against him, wanting to feel him deep within her where she was wet and hungry.
And for just a moment, after all of his bravado and aloofness, his voice cracked. The sound of pleasure and vulnerable emotion entered his voice, as he gripped her around the waist, yanking her body into the air, making her long black hair fly upwards and back as he impaled her. He pounded his way to climax, screaming curses as he poured himself inside of her. Leilani trembled as they both came.
When he was done, he just threw her on the bed. She started to get up, but he pushed her back down. "Stay here, I'll get you a towel." They were the first words he'd spoken since the fucking began.
She lay passively like a rag doll, eyes closed, feeling the blood coursing through her. Her mind was off in another dimension. Far, far away, she could hear Whitley and Trent in the bathroom, laughing and getting ready to go out.
A dry terrycloth towel landed on her back. "Get cleaned up if you want to come with us." She reluctantly opened her eyes. The room seemed far too bright, suddenly. She wiped at the mixture of cum that drenched her body.
Trent tried to act cool around his friend, as if nothing unusual had happened. Whitley looked much paler. For a moment, their eyes made contact and they both turned away. She dug in the sheets until she found her panties and pulled them on as fast as she could.
In the bathroom, she saw a stranger in the mirror. Her face was red as a tomato! She traced with her fingers the blotchy red flush that extended down over her neck and onto her breasts.
Trent was there, behind her. He cupped her breasts from behind. "Whitley's going to be back in a sec. He's filling the car." His eyes had that familiar look of tenderness and veiled cruelty that frightened her and mystified her. His feathery touch contrasted with the savage fucking they had just experienced.
"I can't wait to see the way they look," he told her, kissing her neck and lifting her breasts, "after you get your nipples pierced."
"Dream on," she said coldly. "It'll never happen." She pushed his hands away. "Trent, tell me one thing," she asked him seriously. "Do you love me?"
His brows furrowed for a moment. He looked at her hair, playing with it. "Do you love me?" He didn't wait for her answer. "I don't know, Lei. I know I like to fuck you." The word fuck exploded from his mouth. He grinned into the mirror, expecting a reaction from her, but he didn't get it, and it unnerved him. She stared back. He looked away and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know if I can love anybody anymore."
She turned and started to kiss him but he raised his hands and backed away. "Just don't ask me why!" he pleaded.
"I don't care," she murmured, only half lying as she nestled against his chest, pressing against him with nipples that were hard once again.
Later, they all went out and played pool. Whitley kept smiling at her, but she avoided eye contact. Whenever he got too close, she moved to another side of the table.
She didn't see Whitley again for almost two months. She was at a minor league baseball game with friends, but without Trent. He saw her and came running after her, calling her name. They were alone in a concrete hall that went under the stands. Outside, they could hear the sounds of the umpire and the crowd cheering.
"Lei! I'm so glad to see you again!" He grinned like a puppy dog, more animated than she could ever remember. She smiled back, politely. He told her how good she was looking and how much he had missed her, all the regular polite talk. And then, "Did you leave Trent yet?"
"No! Why would you ask that?"
He looked disappointed. "I dunno. Somehow I thought you would leave him. I guess I was wrong. Lei, I don't know what happened that night! I've been friends with Trent for a long time. A lot longer than I've known you. He used to be . . . nicer." He took a swig from his bottle of beer and offered her some. Her throat felt dry, and she accepted it.
"Did you know he saved my life one time? Trent's complicated. It's just . . . Somebody hurt him, Lei. It was a long enough time ago. I thought he was over it, but I don't know. It's done something to him inside." He looked frustrated. "I can't stand it when he's like that to women! That's why I haven't been around for so long. I've become so used to hanging around him that sometimes I start to act like him, too."
"Whit, I'm fine."
"You look fine." He nuzzled his face in her hair. "Dammit, you smell so good. He knew how much I liked you. Don't you see? I don't know who he was trying to hurt more, you or me. Lei, I like you a lot. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"We're all lonely in some way. Trent has a fucked up way of dealing with it. You and I aren't like that. God, Lei! I wish that I could have found you, first. He knew from the way that I looked at you how much I wanted you. That whole night took me by surprise. I guess . . . the only reason that I gave in to my urges is that when I saw you naked -- so white and smooth, you were like a marble statue -- you were so beautiful, I had to have you." He stroked her cheekbone with his fingertip. "It was like nothing else existed at that moment."
His lips moved to her forehead, kissing her with tender affection. He hugged her and she groaned, pushing him away.
"What's wrong?"
"My chest. It hurts," she said, hugging herself.
"Are you ok?"
She laughed and shook her head. "I had my nipples pierced, Whit. I have two beautiful gold rings in them now." She looked in his eyes playfully. "Trent really loves them. I bet if you asked Trent nicely if you could come over and play with them, he'd let you."
Whitley's face was somber. "I don't think I can play those kinds of games anymore." He pecked her on the cheek, and then as if rethinking it, he leaned forward and kissed her hard on the mouth, licking at her lips but not finding entry.
Gasping and clutching her shoulders, he said, "Lei, someday he's going to leave you. When he does, I'll be waiting. I can treat you so much better than he does. You're beautiful and you deserve better! He'll never love you! You deserve somebody who can actually love you and treat you right . . ."
He slumped down, covering his head in pain. She struck him once again with the half filled beer bottle. Her face was a glazed mask of bare teeth and frightened eyes. On his knees, he looked up at her with beer and blood running down his forehead. He started to plead for her to stop, but she hit him again and again over the head, swinging as hard as she could, kicking him with her boots. Then she turned and ran. She stopped to look back. He was getting up. She turned and ran. Faster and faster and faster.
The End
ennui 01/14/99(copyright 1999 ennui)